Crisippo wrote:

Venvig takes to her feet and dusts the blades of grass of her thighs. She stretches to meet the sun, feeling its rays on her skin before she gathers up her belongings.

A slight feeling of trepidation enters her mind as she considers meeting a stranger in this place, but she shakes it off before she shoulders her bow and moves along the north road toward the sound of horses whooves.

At first there is just the sound of the whooves then the head of a bearded man above the road. This startling sight becomes shoulders and body, horses heads, a pair, a sitting man atop a wagon's bench rising from some dip in the land hidden by the trick of distance. Down the northern road comes that wagon, a pair of grey and white horses slow as they see Vernig approaching them and the wagon halts 20 or 30 feet away. 
 

Crisippo wrote:

Venvig also comes to a halt. Looking closely at the man, she smiles before lifting an open hand in the air and says: "Greetings traveler" 

The horses whinny a bit and stir where they stand, but the man continues to sit still on the driver's bench.

Crisippo wrote:

Ok, Venvig will approach the horses carefully speaking softly to the in an attempt to calm them down. She keeps her eye on the man though and begins to looks around, fearing that this might be some trick and that someone is trying to ambush her.

The horses are both quiet and easoly calm. They seem unafraid. While still strong and apparently well-cared-for, they are btoh older horses used pulling the wagon. 

Roll a d20

Crisippo wrote:

That is a 9...

The horses push against Venvig's shoulder, a sign that they are hungry or spoiled. Looking to the man she see's that he is old and his staring eyes have a glassy look. As she watches something moves at his lips and with a struggle first one then another fly escapes, then his jaw drops open and a cloud of large flies emerge to circle for a moment and head North. In a few moments the old man's body begin to shrink like a sail losing its wind till his flesh collapses in on itself leaving a pile of empty clothes dangling from the driver's bench. The horses seem unperturbed and continue to whicker and nudge Venvig for food or snacks.

Crisippo wrote:

Venvig is stunned by the horror of the old man's collapse, only the nudging of the horses brings her around after a few moments and she goes into her rations to give them some snacks while she calms them again. As they calm down she moves to investigate the old man's clothes.

(Not sure if i gave Venvig any rations when i made her, it might have slipped my mind as i was unsure about where the game would start. As she is travelling i felt that some rations or at least some food would be reasonable. You decide )

(Okay, if they aren't there I will add a weeks rations)

The horses gladly accept the snack and devour it quickly. Up on the driver's bench there seems to be nothing but worn clothing.

Roll a d20
 

Crisippo wrote:

Got a 16

The back of the wagon is filled with 8 very large barrels. From the driver's bench there is very little to be seen except for a hint of smoke in the sky to the south west and perhaps a faint smudge off to the east.

Crisippo wrote:

Venvig goes to the back of the wagon and tries to pry open one of the barrels with her dagger.

The wagon is wide and solid and the barrels heavy but under the pressure of her dagger the first rocks slightly as if empty. A plug is in the side that was been shut with clay and the top as well sealing each shut. Venvig's dagger can easily shatter the clay if she wishes at top or ar side.

Crisippo wrote:

Alright, Venvig will quickly check the remaining barrels but will only open one that seems to have contents.

Meanwhile she ponders if she knows of any settlements further along the north road (in the direction the man was coming from). 

(Venvig doesn't recognize this land at all and has no idea how she got here.)

After examing each of the barrels all move when she puts any weight against them.


 

Crisippo wrote:

After examining the barrels Venivg moves back to the driver's bench and takes the reigns of the horses. She tries to turn the wagon around, having decided to take it back North.

If this man has kinfolk that he left this morning, she hopes to be able to inform them, return their wagon and maybe get some goodwill and information in return.

(Has Venvig any experience driving a wagon before?)